Self-Care

Sunday Mornings in Our Enola House: When Self-Care Became Non-Negotiable

Hey friends! Stacie here. Let me be honest with you: For years, I gave everything to everyone else. Making products for others, running to craft shows, helping with the grandson, managing the business. My “self-care” was a quick shower if I was lucky.

Sound familiar?

Then one Sunday morning, about a year ago, Maddi looked at me and said, “Mom, when’s the last time you actually took care of yourself?”

The Year My Hands Cracked and Bled Every Winter

Hey friends! Stacie here, writing from our Enola kitchen on a cold February morning. Let me tell you about the product that changed my life—and eventually became one of our bestsellers.

The scenario: It’s January in Central PA. Temperatures are in the teens. Indoor heating is blasting and sucking every bit of moisture from the air. I’m making soap all day (which means constant handwashing). My hands are a disaster—cracked, bleeding, painful every time I bend my fingers.